Switching On the Sun

A tête-à-tête about fidelity with my wife arouses the conversationalists in us. It sometimes boils down to an argument. Unfaithfulness isn’t an issue. However, when opposing viewpoints give justice to their disparity, it makes the initial tenderly asked question “Am I the only one for you?” ends in an irritating “Do you have another woman?” in between other nagging issues. Those questions, if defensively replied to, might extract different answers with “yes” and “no”, but it ironically means the same as far as consistency on the fact being squeezed out. Isn’t that “psychologically” nagging? As level-hea ded we become, the tension calls our attention – “How is this being helpful in our relationship?” Then other questions ensue (and sometimes) only for “round two” to take place. It’s repetitive. It’s tiresome. Things like this either adds up to one’s filled-to-the-brim emotions or it serves a lesson to be learned. Problems like this are usually resolved depending on your ...

Last January 14, my barely-11-months son Lucas took a few steps on his own surprising even himself. Upon realizing that he was walking by his lonesome, he let out a thrilled and confirming yelp. Nevertheless, it didn’t match the amusement I felt at that moment. Priceless! It was, in a way, a walk to remember. Having read my wife’s blog on her sentiments regarding how she hates the idea of my perceived untimely demise just because we got to talk about it in view of my plan on getting another life insurance, I thought about the life I’ve so far lived and the things I’d probably miss should the inevitable happen. Seeing my son take on those steps, I thought that’s just the first step from a promising life ahead. It would certainly be reassuring if along the way, I’d constantly be there to guide my children. But then, what if the life insurance I’m contemplating on getting inopportunely serves them right… I could probably watch them from a distance (lol) . Seriously, if that “What ...

If you’ve noticed, I usually get to post an article once a week. As if corresponding with my blog’s title, I only get to ‘ switch on ’ whatever it is that I’d be expressing on a Sun-day. Though, that’s not the case. It’s just that Sunday happens to be my respite from a week’s work. On some occasions, I get to write during holidays or while I’m on vacation leave. The time usually allows me to gather enough ideas to write about given the rest of the week to have accumulated eventualities worth sharing. There are times when views as potential subject seem to overflow yet bear out to be too overwhelming to even be put into words. As of the moment, I don't know what I'll write about... Bound to write about something, you ponder on some insight worth conveying. As blankness fills my mind, I thought about the irony there as ‘blank’ can actually fill up something. There you go, I thought I’d write about ‘nothing’. Nothing that realistically counters its conventional...

Contrasting (too distinctive as a matter of fact) from the usual terms of endearment, I call my wife Spicy. It’s not as distinct as the reason behind it though. However like spice, aromatic or piquant, fragrant or pungent, she’s all that. With her nature seemingly seasoned with or containing spice, similarly, that’s her effect on me. She can be sweet; she can be bitter. Characteristically a preservative or as for seasoning, with a hint of basil or even curry, nevertheless, she adds flavor to my life’s cooking concoction. And while I’m on it and if it’s alright, I might as well add, she tastes good too! lol   Another thing, like normal (or abnormal) couples, we could be all over each other or at times, get into each others’ nerves. Spicy that she is, she could from time to time be too hot who needs some spanking. Not that naughty serving probably rationed in your minds. As fiery as some dish that you just want to spit it out once it stings your palate. Yes, while blandness from...

Before anything else, Happy New Year! There are so many things people are up to in line with the onset of a new year. Fireworks (or the use of firecrackers) are thought to steer the New Year free of negativity. It’s thought to have the power to fend off evil spirits terrified of loud bangs. Then there is the observance of traditional beliefs: dressing in polka-dots, having 12 round fruits, sticky rice (malagkit) set forth on the table as well for a feast – signifying prosperity that is believed to stick around throughout the year. Prior to the clock ticking of the first second of the New Year even, doors (including windows, drawers…) are left wide open to welcome good fortune. And coins are to be put in one’s pocket to be jangled as a welcoming jingle for that expected wealth. Children are also asked to jump seemingly a more believable alternative for growth balls. Yet, there appears to be a more recognized habit regardless of culture and that is the conception of a new year’s reso...